"So what do I get today?" She grinned at him, turning sideways a little in the chair and throwing one leg over the side. "Please tell me it's a spanking along with my ticket to ride the ol' suspension train!"

"You're a very difficult girl, Lindsey." Mr. Miller cleared his throat as he sat in his chair, shaking his salt and pepper head and straightening his tie.

"I know." She fixed him with her gaze as her hand slid down between her legs, pulling her shorts aside. "That's why you like me so much."

"Hey…" His eyes focused between her legs as she spread her lips, showing him pink. She was still glistening wet from touching herself in the computer room and her pussy ached.

"Oh Mr. Miller…" She slid two fingers into her wetness, pulling them out and smearing them over her lips. "I've been so, so bad. I deserve everything you can give me…" Lindsey stood and leaned over to whisper into his ear. "And I mean… everything. "

Her still-sticky hand slipped over the crotch of his trousers, feeling his erection. He was hard, and had probably been that way since Mr. Ryan came into his office.

"Come on, Mr. Principal." Lindsey turned and bent over his desk, lifting her ass in the air. "You know I deserve it."

"Please!" Mr. Miller stood, glancing out the window and turning the blinds closed.

He passed the door and pushed the button on it, locking it. She smiled, resting her cheek on his blotter with a happy sigh. "You really…need to stop. You are going to get in trouble with more than just me, one of these days."

"I can only hope." She felt his hand moving over the satiny softness of her shorts as he stepped in behind her. Closing her eyes, she spread her thighs a little wider, her

pussy aching. She could barely wait for him to touch her-but it didn't take long. He yanked her shorts down to her knees, his hand coming down hard against her behind.